Its a bilious day
\nAs the clouds fly away
\nTo the roar and the blow
\nTo the fences that go
\nDustbin lids walls
\nIts one of those squalls
\nVicious ambitious
\nWhere everything falls<\/p>\n
Flat on its face
\nLost without trace
\nThrowing the waves
\nAll over the place
\nAnd what do the weather boys
\nCall it KATIE
\nA joyful wee lass
\nWho wants to feel free<\/p>\n
For me they are wet
\nLadies deserve
\nMuch more respect
\nAnd lots more reserve
\nThe nerve of the weathermen
\nCalling a storm
\nKatie I ask you
\nHow can I warm<\/p>\n
To them they are arses
\nWho clearly can’t feel
\nThe care for a lady
\nWhose wish to conceal
\nHer ardour her passion
\nHer spontaneity
\nWith this ugly manifestation
\nno to KATIE<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Its a bilious day As the clouds fly away To the roar and the blow To the fences that go Dustbin lids walls Its one of those squalls Vicious ambitious Where everything falls Flat on its face Lost without trace … Continue reading